Wildcard: Volume One

“Your turn,” she whispers, a devious glint in her eyes. I raise my eyebrows as she crawls down the bed until she’s eye level with my cock. I groan as she wraps her fingers around it. She leans over, arse up in the air, and tongues the tip. I clutch at the pillow behind my head and groan. Fucking unbelievable.

My cock is throbbing, demanding more. I have to resist the urge to force myself down her throat. I gasp as her lips taste me, her tongue curling around my length.

I’m almost smothering myself with the damn pillow, because she has me so aroused. I can’t focus on anything other than her mouth, my cock, and what’s about to explode out of it.

“Faster,” I urge. She complies, her mouth sliding up and down. “Fuck,” I curse, coating the back of her throat. “Fuuck yes!”

My back arches. The pain is easy to ignore because I’m in ecstasy. My high drags on and on as her soft lips move over me. Oh God, this feels amazing.

She grins and sidles up next to me, pressing her arse against my body.

I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her neck. “That was fucking amazing,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.

She laughs and shakes her head. “You are amazing, Ryder.”

I grin and hold her closer. I’m fucked, and all I want to do is sleep, but I’m also mindful that it’s almost time for her and Jake to go back home. I run my fingernails over her back. She sighs, and shivers against my touch. I want to make the most of the time we have left, and not think about what happens when she goes back home.

But it’s hard, because it’s a reality we are going to have to face, and I know before I figure out what this is, I need to work out what I want.

Chapter Fourteen

I open my eyes to the crack of sunlight sneaking in through the blinds. It takes me a moment to remember where I am. Scarlett rolls over and into my arms and I smile as last night comes back to me. I can still taste her on my lips.

Fumbling for my phone, I see a missed call from my father. I ease myself out from under her and get up, tiptoeing into the living room. I pour myself a coffee as I dial Dad’s number.

“What’s up?” I ask when he answers.

“Howes is trying to get ahold of Scarlett. I don’t suppose you have any idea where she is?” He knows I’m with her. I can hear the disapproval in his voice.

“Is everything all right?” I ask. “Is Jake okay?”

“He’s fine, he just wants to talk to her about the trial. Can you pass that on to her?”

“I can do that,” I say.

“Oh, and Ryder? I was going to tell you that long distance relationships never work. But then I remembered who I was talking to,” he chuckles.

“Great. Thanks for the vote of confidence there,” I mutter.

“Come on, Ryder. If this girl is as nice as you obviously think she is, don’t mess her around. You’ve never been serious about anything in your life,” he laughs harshly. Anger boils inside me.

“Thanks, Dad. I’ve gotta go.” I hang up and lean against the table. I can pretend his words haven’t gotten to me, but I’d be lying.

“Who was that?”

I turn around. Scarlett stands there, the white sheet from the bed draped around her. I smile, because all I want to do every time I set eyes on her is smile.

“My dad. Howes needs to talk to you about the trial.”

Her eyes widen. She rushes over to the coffee table where her phone sits. “Shit. How could I not have taken this to bed with me? What if something had happened?” she frets.

“Scar, it’s okay. Everything is fine. Go get dressed and I’ll drive you over there.”

She looks at me gratefully and runs into the bedroom. I pour her a coffee and then sit down. Dad’s words are echoing in my head. She walks back into the room a few minutes later, drying her hair with a towel. She gathers her still damp hair into a ponytail and grabs her purse. I stand up.

“Will you come in with me?” she asks.

“Of course,” I say. I’m flattered that she wants me there, and then I remember how much of a huge deal this is. Who else does she know over here?